Part of me wants to go anti-social.
Part of me wants to get petty on them.
I feel like someone always has a comment to any sort of mistake I make, and sometimes, even when I didn’t make one.
I’m holding on for dear life with my paranoia as it is. I don’t need your judgment or for you to speak to me like I’m a child.
I can’t wait until I get paid next month so I can invest some money into making more money. I want to get into the stocks again.
